The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
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- A Ballad (Thesis for a Doctor’s Degree) poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope
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